Every crime destroys more Edens than our own

My fortune somewhat resembled that of a person who should entertain an idea of committing suicide, and, altogether beyond his hopes, meet with the good hap to be murdered.

The inward pleasure of imparting pleasure - that is the choicest of all.

Depending upon one another's hearts, ye had still hoped that virtue were not all a dream. Now are ye undeceived. Evil is the nature of mankind.

I wish I had the gift of making rhymes, for methinks there is poetry in my head and heart since I have been in love with you.

Nobody will use other people's experience, nor have any of his own till it is too late to use it.

It is not good for man to cherish a solitary ambition. Unless there be those around him, by whose example he may regulate himself, his thoughts, desires, and hopes will become extravagant, and he the semblance, perhaps the reality, of a madman